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I’d heard hunters’ gunshots around my house often enough to know they weren’t firecrackers.
Three more echoed down the street. s**t! I jumped out of bed and went to the window, then stopped myself. Last thing I needed was the shooter noticing me staring down and being a witness.
Where was Chris Winter? Dead on the footpath?
I grabbed my phone and pressed the contact listing for Connor’s mobile.
As always, he sounded totally alert. ‘Judi. Where are you?’ He was on the move.
‘At the pub. I heard shots fired.’
‘Yes. I’m on my way. Stay in your room.’ Rustling and murmuring. ‘I’m walking from my place, taking it quietly. Don’t want to alert anyone I’m coming. Talk soon.’
There’d be no time to put on his uniform – I hoped he had a vest or something for protection. He’d certainly take
